This is a song about "Too much swag"

A working genius, a work of art

Too much rim make the ride too hard

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Dammit i have too much skill

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Don't read into it too much

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

My hate, it's too much, it's too less